Acrylic on canvas
152 x 101.5 cm

The tragic orthodoxy, evidence of roguery or blindness by Christianity. When all the current reasons no longer guide one’s life, how can we sustain life without succumbing to nothingness? Maybe, by a connection with the absurd or the simulation of an illusion of life? Albeit, the Middle Ages were pregnant with God, the factual transcendental appetite abated, while the sweetness of sexual corruption was undoubtedly on the ascent. For one who has lost everything there is nothing in life except the flashing passion: sexual insanity, right? Maybe, maybe not. That would make monks and bishops biological impostors, right? Yes, the heavenly imperialism aimed, for his monks and cardinals, at a biological neutrality. The clergy was left only with an agonising doubt and a crushing despair? To the clergy only an agonising doubt and a crushing despair remained. Quintessentially, an irrational sacrifice that became a torture. Nevertheless, the silence of reflexes was overcome, and volcanic flashes of life started to cross the lucid horizon. Are not all final expressions absurd? Here we see three macerated monks, depicted in the tenebrist style strongly influenced by Jusepe de Ribera, frozen in their barrenness, who are giving way to their very own re-birth of a self-hood, leaving only petrified tears behind. Maybe they will join this lascivious glory, or maybe not. On the top part of the painting, we see four beautiful women engaging playfully with the three monks. The outer two women remind us of American pulp illustrations. On the lower left we see a blonde woman crying, symbolising our collective subconscious. In front of all this profligacy and anarchy, the House of God has shown its first signs of its final paralysis.